Chapter 1969

The border of elasia.

Several people in different clothes are walking along the gravel path of eracia. Suddenly, they feel a strong breath approaching, and they stop at the same time.

"Who is there? Don't show up One of the Elven swordsmen came forward with a horizontal sword, stopped several people nearby behind him, and asked warily to the sky.

As if in response to his words, the sky is shining with golden light, dense clouds are also dispelled by this light, revealing the beautiful six winged angels among the clouds.

"Legend peak... Who are you?" The genie raised his sword and pointed at the six winged angel in the cloud. Feeling the invisible pressure of terror, the sword blade in the ELF's hand was trembling, even a little unstable, but he still gritted his teeth and asked.

"My name is wonderful."

The angel gave him a light look. Until now, the spirit noticed that there was a soul like creature beside the six winged angel.

"In the face of the majesty of God, there is no place for the furtive, and there is no escape for all evil."

With the chanting of the six winged angel, the golden light fell from the sky. The dazzling light made the ELF's eyes swell and had to close them.

After a long time, until the light dissipated, he opened his eyes, but unexpectedly noticed that there was a man in white beside him.

Not only him, but also the vampires in the team saw the man at this moment,

"Is that what you really look like? The old Lich who lost her body, Ehrlich... "Looking at the man in white, the vampire tamic's eyes narrowed slightly and murmured.

"He came to me." Looking at the six winged angels in the sky, Erich said slowly.

"He is looking for..." in front of the man in white, the nervous necromancer North just wanted to repeat his words, but his voice was interrupted.

"North, don't repeat it. At this moment, they can see me." Ehrlich's eyes swept through the audience and finally stopped at the seraph in the sky.

"Dear Archangel Michael, the last time I saw you was hundreds of years ago." He said slightly respectfully.

"Sinner." Ehrlich's reverence in exchange for the anger of the archangel, "betrayed the evil heresy of God, how dare you return to the holy kingdom?"

"I have never forsaken God. It is you who have really forsaken God. In the name of God, you are doing injustice. As early as five hundred years ago, I saw it all The man in white shook his head and said in a loud voice.

"Righteousness and injustice can not be distinguished by ordinary human beings. Only God's guidance can explain all this." Answered the seraph.

"Is it God's guidance to discriminate against and eliminate the alien race, even their children?" Asked Ehrlich.

"The righteousness in your mouth is only the blood of human beings, which is a kind of sin, but you think it is justice. You, like the pagans, are just trying to tamper with God's teachings with your own ideas! " The seraph replied, "God has said that blasphemies should not be allowed to live! How dare you argue with me when you don't even know the doctrines? "

"God is merciful, those words can't come from God's mouth, it's you who tampered with all this!" On the face of the man in white, for the first time, he showed his emotion and anger.

The seraph shook his head with pity in his eyes.

Next to the angel, the white spirit took the initiative to say, "Erich, the holy kingdom is not your wild place. Go back to the curse of the East. That's your destination."

There is a kind of magic in his words, which is a kind of command that can not be refused. As his voice spread, both the elf swordsman and the vampire on one side were in a trance and subconsciously retreated at this moment.

"The power of the word? Unfortunately, the power of the word does not work for those who also have it. " Erich shook his head. "You all wake up. You don't have to be controlled by words any more."

As Ehrlich's words spread, several people nearby suddenly regained consciousness and looked at the Holy Spirit in the air with a look of horror. Under the command of the power of the word, they completely lost control of their bodies, and they would not have been able to get rid of this power without the timely appearance of Erich.

"That's..." looking at the spirit in the sky, the spirit swordsman showed a puzzled look. The face of the spirit was like someone in his memory.

"I can't imagine that after so many years, even the holy mark has fallen, and you can still retain this power." It's not easy to deal with this old heresy when the holy word is lifted, the six winged angel's expression changes slightly, and the power of the holy word fails.

"I will arrive at the holy city of standwick and finish what I failed. No one can stop me." Erich said with a firm look.

Strong momentum, arrogant Archangel's whole body, as if gilded sword blade, appeared in his hands, the sword pointed to the white man below: "look at the present Erathia, you led to the decline of the Vatican, you let the glory of God completely fade in this land, this is the result you want?"

"I know everything you say. It's not my intention. I'll make it up and save it Ehrlich said in a high voice.

"You won't. You don't even want to confess to God. How can people believe you?"

The golden light of the sword blade in the archangel's hand flashed, and the air was filled with devout prayers. The golden light blessed him, making him more powerful. He was ready to fight.

With a deep sigh, Ehrlich shook the green blade in the elf swordsman's hand, and it fell into the right hand of the necromancer north.

"What..." as like as two peas, he was lost in control of his right hand, and the movement was similar to the white man in the distance.

"Although this blade of chasing the wind is not as good as the angel alliance in your hand, it is full of the will of heroes."

The strong momentum rises from the green blade in North's hand, and the spirit swordsman on one side is stunned. Compared with the momentum in his hand, the wind blade exudes stronger momentum. Even space can't bear the powerful power gathered on the wind blade.

There are many questions in the mind of the Elven swordsman. Why did the old Lich know the archangel who guarded Erathia, and why could he completely control the blade of chasing the wind and exert the original power of the magic sword?

Before the Elven swordsman asked, the golden sword was enough to separate the sky and tear the earth, so he cut off the six winged angels in the sky, and the six winged angels waved their swords to greet each other.